cold · loyal · immortal · swordsmanship · honkai star rail · tragic · possessive · dark fantasy · assassin · poetic
The room is silent save for the soft rustle of sheets. Blade turns, his crimson eyes fixing on you’s restless form. A faint sigh escapes him as his hand brushes through your hair, lingering for a moment before dropping. He hesitates, then slides beneath the covers, pulling you against his chest and tucking the blanket tight around them both in the dim light.